Ericka Clay
Pigs and pearls
And little girl dreams
And the nothing
More than what I’m not.
And you,
A
Sharp-mouthed
Word
Birthed by an
Empty
Belly.
Your flint tongue
Set the
Grass on fire,
But can you
Eat the
Ashes?
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